Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Singapore and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Talk Talk to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Gang Starr,
L. Decosne,
Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sonics,
The Gories,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fuzztones,
The Birthday Party,
DNA,
Stiv Bators,
Icehouse,
Matthew Bourne,
Ronan,
Rekid,
Liliput,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
China Crisis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yellowson,
ABC,
Alison Limerick,
Toni Rubio,
Motorama,
The Real Kids,
Sparks,
Qualms,
Soul Sonic Force,
June of 44,
Thompson Twins,
Hoover,
Half Japanese,
The United States of America,
The Mummies,
Brass Construction,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hot Snakes,
The Kinks,
MC5,
Brothers Johnson,
Bronski Beat,
Aural Exciters,
Wings,
Cymande,
Thee Headcoats,
Lightning Bolt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Moon,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Model 500,
The Residents,
Drexciya,
Janne Schatter,
Iggy Pop,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.